Cicatrize

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Time seemed to move slower when you were in pain.

Everyday grew from just those confined twenty four hours, to what seemed like eternity. Time did not have any sort of concept in the realms of agony, and you were forced to realize that as you laid there on your bed, the four walls that surrounded you reminding you more of a cage than a room.

Their presence symbolized how you were never really free from your past as [Last Name][Name].

Even now, you were not human.

You were a weapon, always will be. And weapons were not left to rust... they were used till the very end, until they were finally of no use and left to be discarded.

Your time had yet to come, you realized. This was not the end to your story.

A small, childishly optimistic part of you kept hoping that perhaps, one day... you'd be free. That one day, you'd once again see the green of the grass, feel the warmth of the sun on your skin, or smell the fragrances of flowers in full bloom.

But alas, that was also nothing but foolish hope. Something that was fated to rot in the confines of your mind, never to come to reality.

The reality–your reality, was that you were not fortunate enough to achieve freedom. Perhaps this was karma for all the blood you had spilled, but if that were true, when would your enemies get their karma? When would your prayers come to fruitation?

You kept hoping for so long that they would soon have their comeuppance that you had totally forgotten...

I really am stupid. Of course my prayers would go unanswered...

You thought to yourself, staring at your hands, pathetically resting on your sides. These hands that had taken so many lives, were now left to rot. But deep down, no matter how much you cried for help, you knew well enough that this was what you deserved. Each wound inflicted on you was truly deserving of its place.

Because murderers were not allowed salvation.

Each day Chisaki would come and take whatever he required, add anything that he desired and changed all that he did not like. To him, you were just a human-sized doll, for him to control, and destroy and put together.

You had long given up hope.

Ever since you had lost count of time and its passage, you had lost lost track of when was the last time it was that you had seen Touya.

You only ever saw him the day you had woken up. From that day till now, you didn't know what was going on outside these four walls. Whether he was alive or not, whether Mr. Compress was with him or not, whether anything had changed... it was all nothing but a mystery to you.

"You are the key to saving this world from this... this plague, called quirks. You should be happy you get to be apart of something so big. So honorable." Chisaki would tell, dabbing the area of your skin where he had just punctured another one of his syringes with little to no mercy, taking yet another sample of blood.

Each day, he would tell you a new lie and it had your head spinning in frustration.

"If you weren't such a rabid dog, I'd actually let you move around the room. Such a shame you're the enemy of your own freedom." And just like that, he would chastise you the next day, almost like a mother scolding a child, looking down at you with such a condescending look of disappointment that it had you gagging even in your state of immobility.

You soon realized that you were slowly starting to lose your sense of reality.

What was real and what wasn't?